CHAPTER VIII. 



CONCLUSION. 



WHEN I look back, I thank the good fortune 

 which made me a wet-fly fisherman, in my 

 early youth. Over and above its pleasures, 

 who can ignore the value of a recreation, 

 so wholesome, in every way. 



My angling holidays have been more 

 than delightful and their retrospect ever 

 makes me grateful. 



This may seem to be nothing, and yet 

 it means much. 



To me, a holiday spent in a country 

 where good river fishing was not possible, 

 was like some flavourless dish, pleasant to 

 the eye ; but, a thing wherein we know 

 there is some hidden want : as Shelley 

 puts it. 



For many years I had to be gladly con- 

 tented with one yearly holiday of (say) three 



